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Updated: May 18, 2025
Gulden seemed implacably indifferent and played like a machine. Blicky sat eager and excited, under a spell. Jesse Smith was a slow, cool, shrewed gambler. Bossert and Pike, two ruffians almost unknown to Joan, appeared carried away by their opportunity. And Kells began to wear that strange, rapt, weak expression that gambling gave him.
"This fellow Creede wears a heavy belt of gold. Blicky never makes a mistake. Creede's partner left on yesterday's stage for Bannack. He'll be gone a few days. Creede is a hard worker-one of the hardest. Sometimes he goes to sleep at his supper. He's not the drinking kind. He's slow, thick-headed. The best time for this job will be early in the evening just as soon as his lights are out.
I I wasn't a miner," replied the youth huskily. Gulden felt for a gold-belt, then slapped at his pockets. "Turn round!" ordered the giant. "Aw, Gul let him go!" remonstrated Jesse Smith. Blicky laid a restraining hand upon Gulden's broad shoulder. "Turn round!" repeated Gulden, without the slightest sign of noticing his colleagues. But the youth understood and he turned a ghastly livid hue.
It was Jesse Smith who gave the directions and orders. One of the stage-horses was packed. Another, with a blanket for a saddle, was given Cleve to ride. Blicky gallantly gave his horse to Joan, shortened his stirrups to fit her, and then whistled at the ridgy back of the stage-horse he elected to ride. Gulden was in a hurry, and twice he edged off, to be halted by impatient calls.
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